Chapter 86 Enzo
EIGHTY-SIX
ENZO
“Where the fuck have you been?” I shouted, storming into E and Cole’s apartment to find Cole definitely wasted out of his head as he sat on the couch with E next to him.
“I was out doing what you wouldn’t fucking do,” Cole slurred at me. “Fucker.”
I looked to E. “Where was he? He’s been gone for three fucking days.”
“Looking for Klaus,” E said.
He clearly hadn’t looked at Matteo’s because Anson said he’d not been by. I’d had to call him, and he told me Cole was on a mission to kill people.
“Cole, I’m going to ask you one more time.
Where the fuck were you?” I stared at my best friend as he swayed in his seat.
It was almost two in the fucking morning, and I was exhausted.
I’d spent the last few days trying to find his ass.
The saints had located him and said they were bringing him home, so I’d pulled away from the streets to come here.
“Seeing my Rosebud,” he said, lifting his head, his eyes unfocused as he stared at me. He had a black eye and a busted lip.
I bristled at his words and saw the worry on E’s face.
“What did you do?” I asked again, as calmly as I could, really fucking hoping he didn’t kill Klaus Seeley and start a fucking war I wasn’t nearly ready to fight.
Matteo would decimate us as we stood. Sure, we’d have casualties on both sides, but I wasn’t where I needed to be just yet to have this shit on lockdown.
“I fucked her,” he spat at me. “For old times’ sake. Found Seeley. We fought.” He pointed to his face.
“What?” I snarled, getting to my feet and going to him. “What the fuck did you do?”
“I fucked her. Just like I did in high school when I got her pregnant. If we’re lucky, I’ll get a fucking second chance at shit. Shit you fucking took away from me!”
I kneeled in front of him as E cursed softly.
“Did she tell you no?”
“Does it fucking matter?” he countered, slurring his words. “She’s mine. She promised. You don’t fucking break a promise—”
I slapped him hard across the face, snapping his head to the side. I reached out and gripped his face tightly, his tears on my hand.
“You are fucking irrational and out of control,” I ground out at him. “If you fucking hurt her—”
“I fucked up.” He let out a soft sob. “I-I can’t help it when it comes to her. I love her. I fucking love her, Enzo! I need her. I-I thought I could do this, but I can’t. She promised… I promised…” His big body shook as he cried. “I’m sorry. Tell her I’m so fucking sorry.”
His body went limp as he passed out. I caught him before he fell and laid him gently onto the couch before looking at E, who had been silent the entire time.
“Go home,” E finally murmured. “I’ll watch over him.”
“I’ll stay. Home is wherever you guys are.”
E gave me a sad smile.
It was the truth. My home with Celeste was dogshit. I rarely ever slept there. In fact, I barely slept. I’d catch a nap in my Escalade or here on the couch. The only reason I’d go home was to make sure she was OK with E’s baby.
I’d go through the motions and say work was just so heavy, and it would be worth it once we got into the swing of things. She accepted this without much protest and would then spend my money.
I didn’t give a shit, though. Once the baby was born…
Well, hopefully, Rosalie would still want us. That was the plan then, that was still the plan, even though Cole may have fucked it all up tonight.
I’d keep the baby’s parentage a secret if E wanted it that way. I’d raise it as mine. If Rosalie only ever wanted E and Cole, I’d step back too because I loved them all so fucking much.
Maybe my actions hadn’t showcased that, but fuck, I did. I loved them with everything I was or would ever be.
And I’d do whatever it took to bring her back to us, even if the hope was dying in my chest.